second feather ✗ action | IM to those addressed.

[tsunbird]

[So if you happen to be outside in any given number of locations today, and just so happen to feel like having the hem of your shirt or some loose-hanging article of clothing on your person set on fire... Ankh is currently tossing little balls of fire at passers-by from a high-up tree branch in sheer antagonistic boredom.]

[Nothing to hurt anyone, naturally, just enough to startle and singe your favorite tee shirt. He does this in varying locations across camp, never staying in one place for particularly long to avoid getting caught. Sorry not sorry.]

Private to Artemis;

I need to ask you something.

Private to Eiji;

Where are you.

And finally, Private to Naomi;

How about you show me your climbing ability?

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[tsunbird]

[A short laugh of a sound.] Expect the unexpected, then. There's fire now. [Tosses another little ball of it at the hem of his shirt.]

[angeliaforos]

I mean, I don't disagree with you, but what the hell, dude?

{This time he jumps to dodge it as best as he can.]

[tsunbird]

[Just another short laugh, and he hops down out of his tree.]

Boredom? Antagonistic tendencies? Pure, unabashed love of fire? You tell me.

[angeliaforos]

Good answers. Not sure which one I like best.

[His eyes follow Ankh as he hops down from the tree.]

You're interesting.

[tsunbird]

[N...ot the answer he was expecting at all. He tilts his head.]

I think in this instance "thank you" is the anticipated response.

[angeliaforos]

I try not to anticipate any real particular kind of response. Expect the unexpected, remember?

[A grin almost like a leer.]

[tsunbird]

[He sort of half-smiles at him.]

Who are you, anyway?